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nails shot white-hot agony into her brain. Just like the rest over time, she needed to pay the price for his need.
    A cry erupted from her throat as Devon's nails clawed hard into her skin. Uncountable streams of blood sprayed from her skin, arcing through the air and spattering the wall a slick shade of crimson. She pushed away, but he held her fast, his strong arms gripping her shoulders. A thick warm torrent now ran down her back. Blood, dark and thick, oozed from the deep scratches that broke the skin. Devon continued to rock into her, relentlessly, sensing his imminent release. His lips curled into a menacing grin as he forced himself in her, unwilling to let her escape. He needed the relief, the wonderful discharge of his evil seed.
    The tender flesh around her shoulder blades burned. With ease, Devon's fingers ripped open her skin. Each plunge into her he tore deeper, his hands wetting with her blood. Screams poured from Vivian. Tears fell from her eyes as she pushed at him, trying to get away, clawing at his face. Agony filled the room, a deluge of torment.
    Laugh.
    All Devon could do was laugh. He didn’t care about her pain. Whatever brought her here to him, by fate or by luck, might be the death of her. He could see the fear smoldering in her eyes. He could smell it.
    Then he stopped laughing.
    Heat emitted from the wounds on her back, weak at first, but building with intensity by the second. Silence fell like a heavy blanket, threatening to suffocate. A sudden beam of white light invaded the dusky room.
    What the...?" he asked with a sensation he hadn't felt in ages—genuine surprise.
    They sat on the couch, naked and motionless, staring into each other’s eyes—one pair like fiery sparks, the other a tearful, emerald abyss. At first Devon didn't understand from where the light came. One after another, more beams of brilliance shot from the breaches in Vivian’s back.
    She threw her head back with a resounding snap of bone, her shriek breaking the silence. From her mouth another beam of light spilled, shining wildly about the room as she flailed. Then, more luminance shooting from her eyes flooded the space like a heavenly beacon roaming the dressing room.
    Devon's vision blurred again as the cacophony intensified. Vivian's cries echoed through the air and through Devon's body, shaking his bones. Yet, his engorged member would not falter, remaining strong as it stayed buried in her warmth. The turn of events, this twisted display of anguish, aroused him even more. His heart didn't skip a beat; the devilish smirk returned to his face.
    Vivian's howls ended as abruptly as they began. Stillness settled again. The light emanating from Vivian's back faded to a dull yellow before altogether vanishing. In its place, white protuberances sprouted. Inch by inch, the boney-tipped, white protrusions spread out behind her. Feathers, blinding white where they weren't streaked with blood, unfurled. Stretched to their maximum, these heavenly Angelic wings filled the room with shadows. And within these shadows, the darkness seemed to move. Tentacles of gloom danced under the canopy of her wings, flowing over Devon's naked form like a rolling river.
    Arms extended from her sides, symbolic of the death of her maker's miracle, she began breathing in rough and jagged breaths. Still with Devon Illes inside her, she tilted her head down to meet his fiendish gaze. The shiny green eyes that once graced her face now burned a blistering yellow. They burned with a furious lust—an insistent need. It was an aching for blood, his blood. The blood of this man, Devon Illes, this demon, was her's to shed. That was her chore, her task, the meaning of her existence.
    "Oh...." Devon pointed a finger up toward the ceiling. "So you're one of ... His."
    She clenched her fists until her palms dripped blood and her scream rent the silence. Her bare chest heaved as she breathed. A wildness infested her eyes as insanity tightened its grip on her